I wrote this in 2001, but today, I am with it again for my sister-in-law. Yesterday, she left us after a very long battle with M.S.
Safe Home, Betty. Your light will shine on forever.
There Should Be A Sound
There should be a sound for this-
For the moment when a soul
let’s go from its mortal vehicle
to soar on
ahead of the rest of us;
a bagpipe strain,
a cello note,
some sound that signals
the end of one piece and
the beginning of another.
Instead, I am left here in silence
holding fast to the echo
of a word you spoke last
from your mouth to my ear
Grabbing threads of memory pulling back
the sound of your voice before it leaves me
the sound of your heart that beat so long, so well
There should be a sound,
There should be a sound.